proof of my incipient luddite-ism
I opened my closet and looked with – yes, I admit it! – longing at the box that contains my old phone. No, not the the old cordless, which I packed away when I eliminated landline service. That’s not really random confession material.
No, what I yearned for was this:
My Incredibles phone. So, she wouldn’t win any beauty contests but I bet you can see the number pad even from there! And when I place the handset against my face it cups it perfectly, curving around so that my ear is securely nestled and the sound is right there, without my having to move things around to find the best reception, while there is a receiver for me to speak directly into – whisper or shout – instead of feeling like I’m talking to the open air.
You know what I would really like to do, when I am at home? (Or even when out, if possible) Hook up my cell phone to – for want of a better word and besides, it’s what I think of it as – a “real” phone, and use that. Is that so wrong?
I know I’m not the only one that is not comfortable talking on a cell phone. I see young folks running around using theirs almost like walkie talkies. They’ll listen with the phone at their ear, then when it’s their turn to talk, take the phone and pull it around to their mouth and speak into it, then put it back to the ear to listen, then to the mouth to speak again and on and on, for the entire conversation.
That indicates to me that there is a lack of confidence somewhere, in the ability of these itty bitty phones to actually perform.
I bet the only reason they don’t want a real phone is that they don’t remember a time when it was any different.
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